New Ulm weekly review., 1887-08-17
Reunited at L ast.

J! HAu udSHeu III the August :SuHSnln6 as
i Slt5swept on. winding in and out among
the scattered islands TIL it reached the
4 broader expause beyond. On one of
these islands, and hardly more than
stones throw from the river, stood an
old square house.
On this sultry August afternoon as
The day wore on the sky darkened, dis
tant thunders sounded warningly now
and then, till with the. twilight, the
breeze, grown to a sudden gale, dashed
the large rain drops against the win
dows of the old house which Mrs. Mar
low was hurrying about to close.
well, declare, father,' she said.
coming downstairs quite out of breath,
'how it does rain! who'd thought it
when twas so pleasant this after
noonp''
Capt. NARROW rubbed the bald spot
on his head reflectivelv as he returned,
Does pour, that's fact
"A little later a binding flash, accom-
panied by a crash of thunder heavier
than @El any preceding, caused Mrs. Mar
low to start up from her chair.
'Mercy!' she exclaimed, Il pity any
poor creature that has to be out in
this. =
The storm continued with little abate
ment. just as one peal of thunder died
away an indstinct sound reached the.
ears OF the two people in the long
Kitchen. They regarded each other
questioningly for a moment; then there
was a rattle of the doorlatch. Someone
outside were cropping for it in the dark
2Sness.
The man started up and going to the
door threw it wide open to the storm.
but he stepped back as he did so, for
there on the door stone. stood figure
strange to him. The next moment his
1 hospitality overcame every other feel
Ing, and reaching out he said, "Who-
ever ye are, come in.
Mrs. NARROW was by his side and
gazing in amazement at the slight.
white \ " -robed figure. 1t was young
girl they had never seen before. There
was frightened, appealing look in the
brown eyes. The wind and rain had
beaten upon her head till the dark.
curling hair was drenched and clinginp
about her neck. Mrs. NARROW s moth
terly arms stretched out instinctively.
s'Poor child!" she said, drawing her
into the room; '.why, father, she is wet
y sSlthrough and through b. 2
1t was quite true. The water dripped
from the dainty white dress and made
little pools upon the floor. She wore
no wrap OF any kind. AS yet she had
not spoken, but stood looking wonder
1T5ingly about the room.
'sWhere did you come from? Are
you alone?" Mrs. Marlow asked. and
the girl answered with shudder, Eyes.
I'm alone''
Dear. dear, poor child! Let me get
you something warm
Capt. Marlow set about making fire
lin the cook stove while his wife took
the stranger into the little bedroom
You re all beat out, - the good woman
said pityingly; You'd better go right
to bed. The girl made no remon-
jstrance, but submitted quite passively
ito whatever was proposed. She took
sssthe warm drink Mrs. Marlow brought
her. and when the woman went back to
ahe kitchen she said, .Ideclare, father.
the poor things completely beat out;
she's asleep already
Anxious days followed, while the
stranger tossed in the delerit1m Of fe-
ri yer, and Mrs. MarloW cared for her as
eenderly as if she had been her own.
55 Poor child, Z she said, tears coming
into her eyes as she spoke, sit makes
s--lliy heart ache to think she is away
4 from all she loves. = . II.
There was no clew to the GIRLS form
er life; no one on the island knew any
thing about her, and all inquiries else
where brought no knowledge. Mrs.
4 MarloW searched the girl s clothing
but only one word was found, and one 6
y day she slipped q ring from the wasted
hand and looked for some inscription;
there was only the word she had found
before, the name Kathleen.
| The sufferer spoke often, but though
{ Mrs. MARROW strove to catch any words
that mi ght lead to the discovery Of who
y she was there was but little that was
gintelligible
Sometimes she seemed to be wander.
s$ ing through some wood, and said that
Hhe pine needles made a soft carpet;
BIT at others she fancied herself on the wa
|, ster. and said she was so tired drowine
against the stream. Once or twice she
spoke the name Of Everett but tha1
4 1 was all.
Poor child!' sighed the good wo
)snan. When she gets well she vii
Z ltelIus, and we will take her home"
But there were days when it seemed
hat there was little reason to expec
her recovery, yet tho crisis passed ant
|, she still lived. Very white and veal
s she was, her brown eyes looking un
naturally large, then a faint color conn
\ into her face that grew rounded ever,
day. Mrs. MARROW fore bore askins